A couple of weeks ago someone asked me if I had to choose
what I liked best what would it be:
My painting or my writing?
"I have to choose," I asked?
"Well no, but what if you had to?"
| My new Dreams & Goals journal for 2012 |
I couldn't decide.
It's now two weeks later and I still can't decide.
If anything, having them both in my life
have only become absolutely necessary.
(like breathing)
My ART is a way for me to express myself without explanation.
It's intuitive.
My demonstration of color, texture and painted stories
help connect my body to my heart.
It helps me go inside and stay a while.
It's here I continue to practice the art of listening.
It's here I continue to practice trust.
It's here that I feel home and where
I often experience bliss.
My writing is a way for me to go even deeper into myself.
It's hard work.
I go into these dark places because I have to,
NOT because I want to.
When I arrive,
all I want to do is look the other way and run out.
But, after,
when I eventually go through it,
I realize why I had to go there...
Where the truth lies and the sadness still sit.
It's like choosing between your two kids...
You love them equally but differently.
You have a unique relationship with each of them.
How could you ever decide?
I know being IN LOVE with two art mediums
might slow down my success in each field.
But for now,
I MUST continue my LOVE affair with BOTH of them.
I just won't admit which one is my wife and which is my mistress...
Not yet anyway! ;)
Are you in love with more than one?
Do tell...










